Luyện nghe bài hát Money

Yeah up

Nigga want hundeds, hundeds,
I need money money
Nigga want hundeds, hundeds,
Nigga I money money money
want hundeds hundeds hundeds
Nigga want money money

1]
The biggest time is rhyme the size crime
Its been the same man since the game mine
I four one of these at the same time
Looking like Snoop back in eighty-nine
Do I give a fuck, no I never
I blow my weed and take a bubble bath
I laugh at niggaz, I aint mad at you niggaz
Cause half of you niggaz even fuck with me
I'm on it I'm so fucking city
And every town that I roll through I my G prints
LBC, now what I represent, can ya feel it (Eastside)
I'm hotter a batch of fish grease in a skillet
I say what up to all the G's, the killas, and the ballers, and the dealers
See where I'm you either rate us, hate us or steal us
And right about now all the cap gotta feel us

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2]
Money, is everything
the crack to the fiend
It's the king to the
It reigns
It's the crop to the (say what)
a po man, no man, its everybodys dream
Money, mo money, get
But sure you know that your folks don't get funny
Everybody claiming they down on they luck
I'm fresh dressed like a million bucks
I on my black socks with my all gold chucks
Now lets see which one of my trucks we gone use
To slide away, (where we going) to Snoop World fucking U.S.A
Its all a dream, and dreams can true
If it happen for me, it can happen for you
Meech from the beach, he keep cracking
And he touch guaranteed to go platinum

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3]
Ya got to have to make it these days
And you can make at least one of a hundred ways
You can holler at the Meech and get a dope track
And you a rap, and try to get you to snap
Or you could stand on the streets and holler and
You can throw up insane, twenty or one nine
I chose DP cause financially money money money all a nigga see
See to get it, is to have it, interstate, maintain, don't get broke and fail the
You might catch me in Brooklyn man hanging out my sons and god sons, cause it's a blood thing
Or you can catch me in Oakland, or I might be on my way back to the west
Still smoking, with a pound of that
Waiting for me at the crib with my dogs my and my two kids, getting money

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For all the niggaz out getting their money
Money is the root of all huh
You know
I mean, we already in hell
So fuck, get your man
I look at like this:
The mother fuckers that don't got money, doing bad
and they give a fuck and they rob they steal they kill
And the mother fuckers that got money, depressed
you they can't enjoy it
So I mean, whats your
you wanna live it our without it, shit I'm bout it
I got to have it, you me

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